mothers day
mothers' day is a different one this year it will never be the same a comfort of ritual, of small gathering now broken ripped away furious violation of the young with the old a mother with one less child a mother with a child who have lost a child it is a day that i cannot say happy mother's day happy for what, i may ask- why is it always about happiness the world that is full of possibilities as much as of misfortune suffering grievance of irreplaceable loss of the days of unspeakable feelings for twenty-eight years she have spent in nurturing bickering convincing and convinced for the days- for how long, we do not know she now can only remember reminisce the allure of graspable existence of a lost child deep in her heart each beating moment the mother consoling a child who has lost one of her own two different mothers confined in the same invisible grid of bereavement leans to one another in front of a cemetery plot still fresh without ...
